POEM OF 97

Rush of water
Brown and dark
Wave after wave
Taring the ground apart

Thoughts of what tomorrow might bring
More of what we don't need
Or is it what we need
We just can't see

Waters cold and cruel
Grow as the move
The emotionless flow of water where will it go

Blame the water for the destruction
When you lived in its way
Maybe it returns to reclaim its home

Strong of heart
Weak of soul
What we don't know
Be the ugly truth we hold

The cold water threats
The closer it gets
So many regrets
Closer and closer to the door
Bag after bag of sand
Will the wall hold

Without a fight, you will not go
Now it is a lack you own

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